At that moment, I was ready to take them down with me. I grabbed my gun and charged at them recklessly.
Luckily, the shaman was also skilled in close combat. He fought fiercely with a dagger, taking on the savage soldiers, while I took cover behind him, finding chances to shoot at them.
In a minute or two, dozens of savages lay dead around us.
But there were too many of them; they just kept coming.
The shaman was indeed strong, but he soon got injured, and his swings slowed down noticeably.
At this rate, he'd be killed soon, and if that happened, I'd be left alone, leaving me almost no chance of survival.
As my mind raced, thinking what to do next, one of the savages suddenly slashed the shaman's neck. In an instant, his blood splattered everywhere, also landing onto my face… It was
